In the wrecked human domain, where a purple haired girl lay unmoving inside a glowing purple dome, another figure materialized several meters away, striding swiftly toward her.
It was Ozeroth. Or at least, a clone of him.
He had made a decision, the only viable path left was to stop the Spirit King through Zoey. Somehow.
'Bond, you really should be here.'
He knew Atticus. Knew how much the boy cared about her. And now, that same girl was being used as a puppet for the Spirit King.
'She won't last this way.'
Zoey was running on borrowed time. Talented or not, her body was far too weak to handle the magnitude of energy being funneled through it.
If things kept going at this pace, her body would collapse. Implode, even. And it would occur very soon.
And the Spirit King had to know about this. That was likely why he was trying to wrap things up quickly, before his fuel source gave out.
'Knocking her out should do the trick.'
